Not Dead Yet - Book 2. If you haven’t yet read Book 1, you can do so for free at the following ASIN:
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Strappy’s Back! And he’s more cunning, debauched, cowardly and lucky than ever.
Scotland 1859 - After unwittingly achieving fame, prestige, wealth and the love of the nation’s ladies, Captain Jack Strapper is determined to maintain his new exalted station at all costs, just so long as it’s safe.
After his Ireland ‘heroics,’ Strappy’s determined not to experience the likes of the same again. Yet with zombies slowly taking over large parts of the country, the calls for the nation’s hero to take a lead become ever louder.
Strappy endeavours to pull every trick in the book, and a few that aren't, to escape and shirk his duty without making it appear so.
But thanks to a past violation of an old friendship, not to mention his inability at keeping it in his breeches, our hero soon finds himself thrust into that one place he tried so hard to avoid - Back in a cavalry regiment lead by a rogue colonel gone mad in the heart of a zombie infested war zone. And worse still - He’s surrounded by whisky drinking, foul smelling, incomprehensible and unsympathetic Scotsmen in kilts - And they’re the ones supposedly on his side.
With this new nightmare, Strappy's more than willing to sink to ever new depths to ensure his own personal wealth, sexual gratification and above all, his safety.
Not Dead Yet is the first Zombie Apocalypse series by zombie author K. Bartholomew.
Not Dead Yet contains zombie gore and mild sex scenes. Reader discretion is advised.
As much as I enjoyed the first book of "Not Dead Yet," I was disappointed by the second book, and found myself literally skimming the whole second half of the book. Yes, Captain Jack Strapper was back, as just as cowardly as ever, but damn, once he got kidnapped north to Scotland, things just slowed way down and got boring and bogged down.
But, not to dwell on the negative, there were two awesome things I enjoyed about this book.
First, I got a little insight into the awesome facial hair that is known as cavalry whiskers, and did a little reading about the British military and moustaches: How the Moustache Won An Empire by Piers Brendon is an incredibly fun article.
Second, I remembered a fond memory from childhood, that of the pink mountain lion named Snagglepuss, and one of his fond expressions, "Heavens to Murgatroyd," whatever that really meant.
Another damned fine romp through Victorian zombies with Captain Jack Strapper. Every time I think he's going to redeem himself, never fear, he retains his cowardly ways. Loving it :-D